*featuring Barron Ricks
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Aiy-yo!
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[B-Real]
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I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
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The Victoria's Secret, she give love
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No matter which way you keep it
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You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
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(You get the gloves bitch!)
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I used to know this girl that slanged the green shit
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Had it all goin on, but it didn't mean shit
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She wanted to be a star, with big cars
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and all the fame that came my way I gotta say
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that she was all that, and a bag of indo
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with no seed, such a delightful weed
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I wish she was still around but, no she's gone
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I guess she got blessed and she got put on
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Aiyyo I miss that girl, she had the bomb, was the
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bomb-diggy bomb bomb, and nope, I'm not Qu'ran
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Had all the holy books, and notes to get still
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I never met another dealer with that appeal
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With those electric eyes, hypnotized
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any wise man surprised, the queen of the lye
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[Barron Ricks]
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Bee eyes, bouncin five deep, clicked of innocence
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Hangin with friends, all under surveillance from the government
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While Don want tights they floss rights, just chewin on ice
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Meditatin with her camp, gettin damp
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She's a pimp or tile freak bitch, high maintenance
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She got her fuckin clit pierced, chained to her anus
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Professional for wettin niggaz up, suck em first
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til they bust, swallow nut, then she's quick to strut
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right out the projects, been a whore since ninety-one
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Suck a niggaz dick for fun, holdin guns in her buns
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Type of chick tell you 'fuck me in the ass' talkin shit
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While she goin WALLA-WALLA-WALLA-WALLA-WALLA on your dick
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[B-Real]
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I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
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The Victoria's Secret, she give love
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No matter which way you keep it
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You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
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(You get the gloves bitch!)
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Yeah since I seen the queen of green on the screen
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So I stepped up, to her screen door, like a dream
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or better yet like a fiend, who need a fix
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She wasn't like other chicks, pullin tricks on the scheme for chips
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She was like, Run-D.M.C., _Tougher Than Leather_
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Raw bitch, but then she was soft like a feather
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Never again will I meet a woman of her nature
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SkyPager turned off, datin one of the Lakers
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Lucky-ass nigga with the jump shot
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He got that hot shit, all in his pocket on lock
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Damn I guess I'm jealous that another fella's got with her
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but her sister's, bangin too, what should I do?
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Fuck it I'll do like my nigga Smooth with the Princess
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Plantin my seed in the next Queen of Buddha Bless
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Fuck playin the second string, on the squad
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I'm blowin up, all in your face, word to God
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[Barron Ricks]
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Yeah I fucked her in the Hershey Tunnel, deep inside
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it made her pussy bubble, aiyyo she told me that it loves you
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I told her 'arch that back, let me see that ass'
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And then I kissed it, licked it, stuck my nose all in position
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You tell me baby listen, can't you see my fuckin dick is throbbin
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She started slobbin and gogglin, spittin burblin burpin it
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I told her 'just don't matter baby, just don't bite it'
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No hold barred, my dick was hard enough to dent a car, I stuck it in
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between to spread the Red Sea apart, the pussy fart
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was a motherfuckin work of art, she rode my dick
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just like a Kawasaki til the pussy started soundin sloppy
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like an old jalopy, time to nut
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Took off the condom slapped her on the butt, then I bust
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on her face in between her lips
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Then she started lickin it, cause it was good shit, protein!
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Hot and rich.. damn I got my shit freaky, Mr. Ricks
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[B-Real]
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I remember that freak bitch, up in the clubs
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The Victoria's Secret, she give love
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No matter which way you keep it
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You'll get shoved out the picture, now peep it
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(You get the glove bitch!)
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I Remember That Freak Bitch
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Cypress Hill |